Lost in the clouds so high, Yearning for gentle comfort, she sighs. Her thoughts were like wisps of mist, elusive, light, Drift with hope, searching for solace bright.
She dreams of fluffy pillows and a soft embrace, Of warm whispers and a soothing grace, A respite from the chaos of the day, Where worries fade and troubles sway.
Her mind roams in the vast expanse above, Seeking solace in the boundless sky of love, Her heart aflutter with dreams and desires, As she gazes at the stars' twinkling fires.
Yet she knows, she must come back to earth, To face the trials, the challenges of her birth, But in her reverie, she finds solace sweet, A refuge from life's struggles, a gentle retreat.
For in her head, up in the clouds so high, She finds comfort in moments that defy, The hustle and bustle of the mundane, And embraces the solace that dreams contain. - Aeon Bloom
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